Rise of the Fifth {Warrior Cats}

Chapter 1

^Honeyfall

"You what?" Maplestar yelled with rage.
Shadedmoss stuttered,"I... I want to leave TimberClan." He realized he shouldn't be scared of his mother, and he steadied his voice, making it sound more confident. "I thank all of you, but TimberClan just isn't my home to me anymore."
Through the mass of glaring eyes he spotted one pair of caring green eyes belonging to his sister. Mousepaw stepped through the crowd.
She shuffled her paws slightly before she spoke. "I wish to go with him."
"You're out of your minds!" They're mother hissed. "Where would you even go?"
Honeyfall stood right by Shadedmoss. "We've traveled farther than any other cat in the clans and we have seen lands that are better than all of the territories combined."
Shadedmoss winced. She really needs to learn how to humble herself, he thought.
"Then leave. You are exiled from TimberClan, and we will attack if we find you on our territory." She growled at them, unsheathing her claws repeatedly.
Shadedmoss remained calm and dipped his head to her. However, Honeyfall looked like she wanted to claw the leader's eyes out, and Mousepaw was slightly in the middle of the two.
"Good bye mother." The black tom nodded and turned around. He didn't mean to, but being civil only infuriated Maplestar even more to the point where she yelled,"Chase them out! If you catch them, kill them."
The three sprinted out of there as fast as their legs could carry them, and it helped that their clanmates were slightly stunned by the command, giving the trio a head start.

They spent the first night outside the territories on the very edge. When Mousepaw went out to hunt she ran into Owlrunner on a hunting patrol. They had only spent a few days together, but Mousepaw's easy personality let her get along well with the grumpy cat. They talked briefly, both explaining the happenings of when they got home.
Owlrunner's mate Webfur was about to have kits, but it turned out his brother was the father. While Owlrunner was away, Webfur began to grow closer to Finchcall, eventually sneaking off together. Webfur was heavy with kits now, and about to have them in a half moon. This made Owlrunner mad, and he had gone off hunting to get a break from his brother's taunting and the sight of his former mate.
He already felt like he didn't belong in his clan now because everyone looked down on him for disappearing for two moons. Immediately Owlrunner asked to join Mousepaw, and she gladly accepted for her friend.
But Owlrunner still cared about one cat in his clan, Raccoonfur. He ran back to his best friend, and after a bit of persuading he decided he couldn't leave his friend. The two left without word, returning back to Mousepaw, who had already told Honeyfall and Shadedmoss.
With almost all the cats who went on the journey, they figured they couldn't leave the last cat, Cloudheart. They couldn't possibly forget about the kind white she-cat who had always put others first.
Shadedmoss went off to get her, and he snuck into the clan. It took a long time for her to decide, and finally she went with him.
They didn't travel far, perhaps less than a day, but they spent most of it going through the twoleg dens that the kittypets called towns and neighborhoods. The group met their old friends from along the journey before, and soon the kittypets gave them directions to a nice lightly forested area with a big stream weaving through it.
They had barely went through this area before, only slimming the edges. When they explored deeper into the forest, they discovered everything that the kittypets had said and more.
Shadedmoss padded through the trees. This land was not as thick with trees as TimberClan, but in his former clan there were so many trees that light couldn't even touch the ground. This always made Shadedmoss uncomfortable, though he had never told anyone except Mousepaw. But here he could feel the warm greenleaf sun on his pelt, and the forest was beautiful with rays of light shining down.
They examined every part of the land, from every spider web to the largest tree. As the sun began to sink beyond the horizon, they realized their need for shelter. They had only one option: a deep empty river bed, like a hollow, with huge tree roots covering over head.
The deep riverbed became their new home. Every day they covered the roots above them with fallen branches, brambles, and anything they could find to prevent rain from soaking everyone.
A half moon later, Shadedmoss was approached by Honeyfall.
"I was thinking..." she trailed off.
"Uh oh." Shadedmoss smirked, earning a swipe to his muzzle.
"What exactly are we?" She asked.
The black tom paused for a moment. "We're rogues, I guess. Not quite loners because we're in a pretty big group."
The long haired golden she-cat frowned. "No Shadedmoss. I mean what are we?" She looked at herself and then the black cat.
"Oh... um..." He stuttered.
"Don't tell me you just left TimberClan because you didn't like them." She said.
Shadedmoss was stunned by the question. I guess she's right. The journey made them grow closer and closer together.
"We couldn't be mates if we were in different clans." She muttered.
"You're right." He said finally.
"Does that make us mates?" She questioned.
He nodded. "Yes, it does."
They sat there in a comfortable silence, and then Honeyfall intertwined tails with him.
The next day Shadedmoss set up hunting patrols. Mousepaw, Cloudheart, and he set off to hunt by the river because water voles were perfect to hunt around there.
They split up, and Shadedmoss followed a fresh scent trail of a water vole. He checked which way the wind was blowing, and silently stalked it. With every step he got closer to his prey.
A few fox lengths away a brown tabby tom watched a water vole from behind a bush. He swished his tail back and forth, waiting for the right moment when his prey looked away, giving him a chance to pounce.
Shadedmoss honed in the the vole, and snuck up behind it, hidden by a thicket. The vole bent down to sniff at a plant, and Shadedmoss leapt.
The brown tabby tom leapt into the air, aiming for the vole. Suddenly a huge weight collided into him, knocking him off balance and landing hard on the ground.
The water vole squeaked and ran off into the brush, leaving the two toms crushed.
"Get off!" The brown cat pushed Shadedmoss off with his back legs.
The black tom stumbled off. "Sorry, I didn't even see you."
The brown tom studied Shadedmoss, cocking his head to one side in thought. Finally he said,"Sorry I snapped. I was a little shocked, that's all. What's your name?"
"Shadedmoss." He replied. "And you?"
"My name's Port. I'm a loner around these parts. Where do you come from Shadedmoss?" Port asked.
"I came from the clans, but now I live with a few friends over here." He said.
"A clan cat you say? I've never met one of them before. I lived off in the city with my mom until we came out over here. There's more food and the winters aren't as bad as the city where you can only eat pigeons or rats." Port said.
Shadedmoss knew what a city was, but not winter. The kittypets and loners hadn't mentioned that word before, but he didn't feel like asking Port what it meant.
"Where's your mom now?" He asked.
"Passed away a while ago." He shrugged. "What about your own family?"
"I only have my sister and my mate really." Shadedmoss explained. "I didn't like my mother or other sisters."
"I see. Well I should get moving on Shadedmoss. I got to eat before I go traveling." He nodded and was about to leave when Shadedmoss stopped him.
"You're traveling? Where are you going?"
"I figured it's awful lonely being ... well... a loner, so I decided to go out and see the world. I'm traveling south of the river." Port explained.
Shadedmoss knew what south meant, and south of the river was the clans, who aren't necessarily kind to strangers. "Oh you do not want to go there at all. The clans are over there, and they will probably hurt you. Especially since they're all in a bad mood since we left."
Port frowned. "But I already know what's north, east, and west of here!"
"Maybe you could go around them? They do leave scent markers of the boundaries of their territories." He suggested.
"I don't even care about traveling really." He sighed. "I'm just tired of being alone. I can't be friends with kittypets, and the cats in the city are all mean."
"You could join my friends and I. We wouldn't mind." The black tom offered.
"Really? That'd be great!" He exclaimed.

Each chapter I write is usually 1,500 words, but sometimes it goes to 1,600, with an exception to the prologue (it was only like 500 words).